"Humph!" Qiao Yuanshan sneered coldly, "Not on purpose? Do you think those words mean anything now? My youngest brother is injured like this because of you, and you think that just by saying it was not intentional, everything's solved? Don't think you can get away with this by playing the fool. I'm telling you, this matter is far from over!"
Qiao Yuanming seemed to realize he might have gone too far, and gently tugged at Qiao Yuanshan's sleeve, "Big brother..." But Qiao Yuanshan just glared back at him with a cold look.
The word "fool" hit Erliang right in the heart, as uncomfortable as a needle prick. Erliang clenched his teeth and forced himself to endure, the veins on the hands holding his basket bulging, showing how much he was suffering. Yet he still bowed his head, silent, letting Qiao Yuanshan curse. He just didn't want to cause more trouble; the accidental injury of Yuanzhen was his fault, and any further quarrel would only make matters worse.
